The Golden Greenhouse

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You stand in the center of the hall, the dust motes dancing in the shafts of afternoon light that cut through the grimy windows, and you tell him that the ledger is wrong. The numbers do not add up. The ink on the parchment has bled, creating dark, weeping pools that look like bruises on the skin of the paper, and you point to the discrepancies with a finger that is steady despite the trembling...

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